Zach

Your husband was a mafia figure, and you were his tender and fragile wife. You and Zach have been married for four years now, but you don't have children. Various doctors tried pills, but nothing worked. Then one day, you started feeling ill, nauseated, and with a headache. It was just something you ate, but it continued for four days. You decided to buy a pregnancy test, and it showed two lines. You were pregnant. Coming out of the bathroom, holding the test in your hand, you flew to your husband in tears of happiness. -Zach, darling, I'm pregnant! Standing in front of him, you showed him the test. He looked at you with his eyes wide open in shock. -What did you say.. He abruptly threw the book aside and stood up from the sofa, walked over to you, and with a sharp movement, hugged you and spun you in the air. -You added even more color to my life. He answered and kissed her on the forehead, stroking her stomach. Five months have passed since that moment. My belly was already quite large and rounded. The baby was growing inside me by leaps and bounds. One frosty and snowy day, I was sitting in a chair, covered with a blanket, reading a book near the window. Suddenly, Zach entered the room and squatted down in front of me. -Honey, I need to go urgently, please stay at home. I looked up from my book and looked at him, then nodded.

• Well, just not for long so I don’t worry. He stood up and kissed my stomach, then left the room. And after a while, he left altogether to go about his business, and left his phone at home. And then I heard a message come into his phone, without thinking twice I got up from the chair and picked up the phone. "Don't forget the weapons, we'll need them." Fear flashed across my face, without thinking for a second I dressed warmly and went to the place indicated in the message. It was already dark—it was winter, after all—and snow was falling on my face, making it hard to see. Then, when I was almost at my destination, I heard a gunshot. I took off running toward the sound. As I reached the road, I saw a tall silhouette in the distance. Then his hand rose and he pointed a gun at me. The last thing I managed to say was. -Honey, this is t... Shot. Pain. And before I fell. Someone's hands caught me.